Memory Tour Guide
April 8, 2025 at 2:26 PM
"Step inside," I whisper, grinning,
"Let’s revisit where we’re thinning—*
There! The the server where we once played,
3 AM—no need for beds.
Here’s the class I failed, half-laughing,
texting you while teachers raged.
(You never knew I chose your pixels
*over grades. Oh, sweet betrayal.)
Ah! This frame—your friends, suspicious,*
side-eyeing me, so vicious.
Then they saw: you’d come undone
without me. And I? Your sun.
Wait—this clip! My jealous phase,
spitting curses at your flame.
You just sighed, ‘But this is love’*
(—even if it broke the mold).
Later? ‘Just friends’—so light, so hollow.
Here’s me clawing at my pillow,
raw-throated from your silence…
Why flinch? You were absent.
—No, don’t apologize, it’s fine.
I could never stay pissed, divine
creature. But… you’re leaving?
Now?
Fine. Keep me curled behind your ribs.
I’ll be here. Just…
…come visit sometimes."
Notes:
(Nostalgia’s a house where
the walls are made of knives
and honey. You’re allowed
to lick the blades. 🔪🍯)
